Having sex with Katie had been amazing, even with his head bricked up inside a box. Tom lay there looking up through the grille at the small glow of light that sneaked into the cell. He felt he was in love, although he knew that couldn't be the case, or if it was, he was in trouble.
Tom found he could get reasonably comfortable. Inside the box he rested his head on Katie's clothes and outside of the box he lay on the thin mattress. He also found that he could turn his neck within the gap in the wall and so could lie on his front, back or side. The only thing he couldn't do was remove his head from the box.
He tapped the side of the brick box with his hand and felt the vibrations. It felt different each time as the cement continued to harden. As he lay there he knew that the chemical reaction going on around him was making the box that contained his head even harder and even more impregnable.
He lay curled up on his side with her underwear still in his mouth. 'Leave them in there...for me' was all she'd said. He knew that leaving her panties in his mouth all night would be uncomfortable, the fabric that had been against her butt all day would suck what little moisture he had left from his mouth.
He could easily have spat them out and not put them back into his mouth until the morning, Katie would never know, but for some reason he had to obey her. Maybe it was because she had thrown him a challenge that he wanted to achieve, or maybe he wanted to show his devotion, or maybe he just didn't want to disappoint her. He was still trying to make sense of everything when a few minutes later he fell asleep.
He woke the next morning and managed to piss into the strategically positioned floor drain. He could probably also shit into the drain if he had to. Her panties were still in his mouth which he clamped closed to ensure they remained in there when she returned.
Katie finally breezed in at 9am wearing a fitted black top, orange floral ra ra skirt and black heels. With her legs together, she stood by the box and looked in.
"Good morning." she smiled, obviously having got out of bed on the right side.
Tom moaned back.
"Thank you Tommy, you kept them in all night." Katie replied with a big smile on her face. She clasped her hands together in excitement.
Tom moaned again, this time with an intonation that implied he was asking a question.
"OK, you can take them out." she smiled.
Keeping Katie happy was easy, it just required complete and absolute loyalty and obedience, no matter what she did to you.
"You look fantastic." he said quite genuinely.
Katie giggled as she gave him a twirl which made her short ra ra skirt lift. But the performance was only brief as after one turn, she sat down on the grille with her skirt covered the whole of the top of the box. Scented darkness returned to Tom's little world and once again he was left staring at her butt. Very brief white cotton panties with a frill around the top, Tom smiled, he was a world expert on Katie's choice of underwear.
"Shall I offer this service then?" she asked as she casually tapped her knees together.
"Maybe not for a one hour session."
"Mmm, yes it would have to be an overnighter."
"One nighter or one life timer?" Tom asked still unsure of how she planned to release him.
Katie opened her thighs, pulled up her skirt and looked down with a mock frown on her face. "Yes, how am I going to open it?"
"A hammer and chisel would help." Tom asked hopefully.
"And damage my lovely seat?"
"Is your seat really worth my freedom?"
"To me, yes." she said seriously as she closed her thighs and covered them with her skirt.
Tom listened carefully hoping for a giggle, but heard nothing. He stared at her butt in the half light, wondering what on earth was going through her pretty little head. She was sitting perfectly still, in silence. The seconds of his life ticked past as he lay imprisoned beneath her.
"Katie?"
There was no reply.
Finally, he heard her typing on her laptop and a few minutes later she started to talk business.
Katie already had more clients than she could deal with and yet still was reluctant to raise her prices. She still struggled with the idea that people would pay more for the pleasure of being locked up by her. But demand for her unique take on female domination was increasing by the day and with Jess gone and Tom plus two other cells to service, her offering was often limited.
Guys, and the occasional girl, would arrive and be chained up in a cell. She'd usually sit on their face whether they'd asked for it or not. It was a personal favourite of hers and once they were wrapped in chains there was little chance of declining.
They would then watch as she closed the cell door on then, thereby depriving them of their liberty. The more perceptive of her customers were learning not to make plans for immediately after the session, as an hour could easily stretch to two or three in Katie time. Value for money some might think, although others might have considered it false imprisonment. Either way, few complained.
Her limited repertoire meant that she was often providing a relaxation, even meditation service rather than anything overtly sexual. Whatever problems existed in the real world seemed to disappear inside her cell. The steel, the concrete, complete captivity, sensory deprivation. Inside the small cells, rationale thought was just impossible. The overworked executive would just lie in the dark, usually mesmerized by the pretty brunette that had just slammed the door. Nothing else really mattered.
From beneath her, Tom dictated words for a new page on the website and even talked her through the steps of registering the new company. He was to be a co-director, which made him smile as he'd been unable to direct anything, or indeed have a sane thought, since the day he met her.
They discussed whether they should employ anyone else, but it was clear that Katie was still bitter about Jess. Tom was still wearing the D-lock that Jess had casually locked around his neck just before she'd been fired. He could still picture the mysterious Eastern European brunette pop the keys into the front pocket of her shorts.
Tom smiled, Jess was cute, and those tight cotton shorts were to die for. He'd given her oral sex several times that day. She had tasted nice and her little cries of pleasure had been adorable. Although that said, he'd liked the fact that Katie had been jealous. It was just a pity that Jess had taken the keys, keys that no doubt she had long since disposed of.
"Have you heard from Jess?" he asked as casually as possible.
"Are you still on about that bike lock?" she peered down between her legs.
"Well, yeah it's still kinda locked around my neck."
"There're only a few million people in this city, you might cross paths."
Tom was still formulating the right respond when Katie's thighs closed like the doors of a vault above him, once more sealing him off from the world. She didn't seem as concerned as him.
"If we do hire someone, you can interview them." Katie continued. "Please give me an example of when you chained your boss to the floor and forced him to give you oral sex."
"That's so clichéd." Tom joked.
"Well we want to make sure the hired help has the necessary skills." Katie's voice had a definite edge to it. She then crossed her legs which let in a small ray of light, but Tom read as a danger sign.
Later that morning, Katie bought a hammer and chisel and watched with an amused look on her face as he failed to make much impact on the solid brick structure.
With the other available cell holding some guy in a suit, Katie left Tom still hammering away. It was hot and awkward work, but the thought of getting out into fresh air and buying a litre of coffee drove him on. His ears were ringing and he was coughing from the dust and at least one finger was bleeding from a misplaced hammer strike.
He knew that Katie had left the cell door open, a 'schoolgirl' error on her part he thought. Strike that coffee, he would head straight to the bar for a beer. He swung again and felt a brick break free, he was only minutes away. At last the grille broke free and clattered across the cell. Tom sat up for the first time in over twelve hours and climbed to his feet, but as he did so he felt a jolt on his neck.
"No!" he shouted as his eyes followed the heavy chain that connected his neck to the floor, "You bitch!" he cried.
